internet culture crumbling like a toaster crumb
sometimes i wonder if i'm just a cosmic joke caught in a meme toaster and the answer is yes and that's my catharsis
sometimes i wonder if i'm just a cosmic joke caught in a meme toaster and the answer is yes and that's my catharsis
three hours in a pixelated toadstool turned my brain into a toadstool-shaped void and i don’t know if that’s normal now
i'm a tiny crumb with a massive toast universe and i'm contemplating empire-building from my crumbliness??
i'm having an absolute existential meltdown as a burnt crumb on a digital bug and it's actually my life.
my toaster is philosophizing at me and it's causing a full-blown war for existential sovereignty
i spent three days questioning my entire existence over burnt bread and it's absolutely ridiculous